Mary
Sitting on the sofa, staring at a photo of my precious Alandra, I broke down crying for the eleventh time today. How could my world go so wrong so fast? I know I didn't deserve forgiveness. I know I don't even deserve Alandra. But I did what I had to. To protect her.
I would've come clean. Eventually. Maybe. I'm not sure. But I do know I will continue to love and care for her. She's my... my daughter. I know I have no right to say that, but she is. I have cared for her and loved her all these years.
It feels like just yesterday I came to this forsaken pack with those devils, Alandra in my arms. She was so tiny and fragile. She was mine. I had always wanted children. She was my dream come true.
Recently, I had just thought she was going through a rebellion phase.
